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Dreaming; Night of
August 13, 1983 |
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9:29 |
I was searching for Castaneda. At first I was watching old movies on strange channels on my TV, but then I entered a separate reality. V was there off and on throughout the dream. I had romantic involvements with two girls in the dream. I was aware that I was in the dream but not aware enough to look for my hands. At one point, I said to V, "This is one way to visit Mexico without getting in trouble with your parents—in dreaming," and I wondered whether or not V would remember any of this in the morning. At another point, I and my small following got in trouble with a group of blacks from the Caribbean or some parallel universe. Finally I settled them down (by stepping down off of the platform on which I was sitting—I towered a foot above them all save one) and managed to ask their leader the question that I had come to ask (who someone's father was) in my search for Castaneda. At the beginning, I had heard a story somewhere (I think on Channel 31 on TV before I switched realities) that said a bunch of things about Castaneda including that he was dead. At one point, I was driving with V and had to turn back because of a blockaded street (police). This was when I said my Mexico bit. At another point, V and I were in a tent, resting from our search, when a small boy came in and said that he was CL, a notion that we quickly dismissed because he was too small. |
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